This morning

What a gloomy day it is; a miserable grey sky with a chilly breeze. It looks like it's going to chuck it down fairly shortly. The coffee and fags were a bore. After I got dressed I wrote a letter to my social worker. I am supposed to call her today, which I don't really feel up to, so I'll go and deliver the letter by hand. On the way to the library, I went and had a look at the historic building's garden. I always concentrate particularly on the bits that I planted. They always seem to look a bit nicer than everything else.

Sleep

I slept relatively soundly until about a quarter to six, after which I kept nodding off and waking up. I got up at twenty past six, and it only took me a couple of hours to come round.

The rest of yesterday

I had a pretty bleak time of it at the historic building, however there were two highlights. Early on someone I know socially brought his progeny in to look round. Later on I was visited by the man who wants to start the band/orchestra/group thing. That's still going ahead. He told me that he'd been in to the pub last Sunday evening, and had asked why I wasn't there. Her told me he'd also contacted the landlord to ask the same thing. Oh well. After I'd finished playing, I went outside and did a bit more gardening.
Dinner was a routine pasta thing. It was ok I suppose. I'm making a frittata out of the leftovers for tonight's meal. Afterwards I started reading a second-hand book that I've had for about twenty years, but never read; The New Grove French Baroque Masters. It was interesting enough, but now it's a little bit out of date. I read the chapter on Rameau and picked through the chapters on Lully, Delalande, Couperin and Charpentier. Bed at nine.

Soon

I'm just about to take myself to the historic building for today's session. No suit and tie today though. It's heavy duty clothing for me, 'cos I'll be helping in the garden afterwards.
The weather ain't too brilliant today. It's very grey, damp and cold, but a vast improvement on the strong winds and black skies of yesterday.

In passing

Yesterday it came back to me that I was being discussed in the Old Town. Apparently some young people were recommended to go to a local pub of a Sunday evening, where there is apparently an 'amazing' keyboard player.
Well in truth I'm not as good as that, but I am glad that my playing recommends itself. It'll be such a shame if the people do go in on Sunday, only to find out that I don't play there anymore. There were people who used to come in on purpose to hear me play, but not enough to fill the Albert Hall. I think I'd rather like it if the landlord were to hear that people had been asking for me.

Sleep

I woke up, briefly, on a couple of occasions, but otherwise I slept soundly. Up at half past seven this morning feeling quite drugged.

The rest of yesterday

As I was walking home from the supermarket, I noticed that there were still people at the historic building, so I went back and did some more practice. The Rameau is starting to come together now. I made a different curry for dinner. Actually it was more a case of variations on a theme. It was really nothing more than a different combination of the same ingredients. It was alright though. Afterwards I had the cider and listened to the next three cds of the Bach cantatas. I heard two works that I'd been listening out for; one of them was either BWV 183 or 185, and the other was BWV 192 Nun Danket Alle Gott. The latter was stunning, and the writing very inspired. I first came across this work some decades ago when studying for my Diploma in Music. Bed at half past nine.